Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2467 - 2457: A Head-on Blow

The mournful voice wrapped around Long Yan like a vast net, interwoven with a complex ancient melody, sounding like a woman’s weeping. Long Yan seemed to have heard this song somewhere before, but today, in this eerie environment, it added a touch of fear.

How could there be a woman among the black-clothed men?

Long Yan’s body trembled slightly, realizing perhaps he had misunderstood from the start. Who said that only Zhao Wuhun could kill in this inn?

No wonder the two screams had completely different origins. The killer in the kitchen wasn’t Zhao Wuhun, but the landlady — the ghost demon that Rat 2 had mentioned before.

Long Yan took two steps back, turning around to escape this narrow space. After all, Zhao Wuhun was still outside searching for the black-clothed men, and if he found them all, it would be even harder for Long Yan to deal with him alone.

Yet the person behind him seemed uninterested in stopping Long Yan, instead letting out a sly, eerie laugh.

"Heh heh heh heh..."

Long Yan cursed his bad luck silently. Although he hadn’t dealt with such filthy creatures often, Long Yan knew a bit of lore — it’s better to hear a ghost cry than laugh. If you hear her laughing, it’s certain she’s out to harm you.

Long Yan was truly filled with bitterness. Zhao Wuhun hadn’t been dealt with, and now a ghost demon had appeared. In the clearer view of the surroundings, what caught Long Yan’s eye was a figure in red clothing.

Turning his head, Long Yan stomped heavily on the ground with his right foot, launching himself like a nimble bird. The ghost demon made no move to chase, only stood there laughing, the sound becoming increasingly shrill, while the surrounding poetic song showed no sign of stopping.

As Long Yan raced forward, he hadn’t felt anything coming in, but now it seemed like a maze. The entrance he remembered was gone. Long Yan recalled walking a straight path, but despite this leap forward, there was no sign of the entrance?

Thinking of this, cold sweat trickled down Long Yan’s forehead. His eyes had been enchanted, a common ghost trick—confuse the opponent’s eyes to make them spin in circles. The weeping song continued, but Long Yan stopped, seeing before him the ghost demon in red.

This is seriously life-threatening.

Long Yan chuckled bitterly, realizing he’d somehow circled back within half a day. Preparing for a defensive stance, Long Yan thought, this ghost demon is no simple entity. Despite having White Tiger’s Secret technique in his eyes—an innate bane against evil—he was still enchanted.

It seemed he relied too much on the White Tiger’s Secret. The magic gun in Long Yan’s right hand vanished, replaced by a Tai Chi Formation appearing on his right hand’s surface.

With a quiet incantation, the Tai Chi Formation emitted intertwining black and white lights. Long Yan placed the formation on the wall beside him.

"Oooh!"

Accompanied by a shrill howl, the mournful song abruptly stopped, the eerie laughter turning into fragmented cries. Long Yan, moving with tiger-like strides, activated a larger Tai Chi Formation beneath his feet, causing black and white light to flood the space.

Long Yan looked at the furious red-clad ghost demon before him. In her eye sockets were deep black vortexes, inhuman-like, with blood streaming from her seven orifices. Though emitting cries, an eerie smile twisted at her mouth corner.

Without a trace of fear, as the ghost demon’s appearance was even more terrifying than the little monk in the temple, Long Yan—accustomed to such things—pointed at her. The giant Tai Chi Formation hovered above the ghost demon.

"Oooh!"

The ghost demon shrieked from above. The massive Tai Chi Formation’s light encompassed her, immobilizing her. Even the ghost demon couldn’t predict Long Yan’s lineage as a cultivator of Zhuge Wuhou’s legacy, able to harm her through Taoism.

Yet Long Yan had no interest in fighting, only using the Tai Chi Formation to trap the ghost demon, then darting towards the doorway. The ghostly wall was breached, gold pupils piercing the dark clearly—previous blindness due to the ghostly wall.

Ignoring the ghost demon’s howls behind, he knew his formation could hold her for a while. Now, Long Yan’s concern was for the black-clothed men hiding elsewhere, since besides the ghost demon, Zhao Wuhun was in the inn.

Exiting the door, Long Yan glimpsed the eerie green lamp on the table before stepping out. In the hall, a cacophony of screams and shouts erupted. Clearly, Long Yan had misjudged the situation—the cries originated from the west side of the hall, while the kitchen was to the east.

He nearly fouled things up because of the ghost demon. Long Yan couldn’t afford any delay, as a moment’s hesitation could mean more deaths. The table’s lamp likely triggered the ghostly wall trap, yet Long Yan had no time to ponder over it.

Entering the back hall, what greeted him was a hell on earth—thick, layered blood covering walls and floors, and corpses torn into pieces strewn about, their poses grotesque. Likely, those unlucky enough to encounter the ghost demon ended up here.

In the southwest corner, a terrifying figure advanced on the crowd—Zhao Wuhun. The dozen black-clothed men seemed frightened to death, their hands trembling over long knives, clearly scared senseless.

"Sun scoundrel!"

Long Yan roared, watching Zhao Wuhun turn with an unclear look. Seeing Long Yan, his eyes blazed red, charging at him fiercely with inarticulate cries, swinging his large claw mercilessly.

A magic gun appeared in Long Yan’s hand, as he prepared to counter. A crisp crackle came from above Zhao Wuhun’s head, followed by half a wooden stick falling to the ground with a thud.

Rat 2 stood dumbfounded, gripping the remaining half-stick, clearly having tried to attack Zhao Wuhun unprepared. To his shock, the blow caused no harm to Zhao Wuhun.

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